#11052020

Okay, but seriously guys, I looked SO CUTE going into the office yesterday. (Shame there were only 2 people around to see me. Whatever.) The bump was on full display with this high waisted (and verrrry warm and cozy) skirt and I’m def starting to get cute looks and gestures from total strangers. Such a weird and funny yet endearing feeling. So many doors held for me. Can’t complain. Yesterday a very sweet building security woman stopped me to ask what I’m having, and I said a boy, and she got super excited and was like WE KNEW IT!!!!! 😂

I had to go into the office to swap my old crummy laptop, which has been making it really hard for me to attend meetings, for a less crummy but still old “rebuilt” laptop. I won’t go into details but the day was incredibly frustrating at times, riddled with IT issues, and three laptops later, I have one. But! It doesn’t let me connect to the network remotely, so I’m going back into the office again today. Friday. Frankly, it better get fixed today.

It’s exhausting commuting into the city, and all I’m doing is sitting in a car for the ride while someone else drives. How did I commute every day via train for years? Well, I guess I wasn’t pregnant, and I wasn’t on edge because of a pandemic, so there’s that.

[TRANS] 20200511 Jae’s post on FANS T_T

Terminated! November 5, 2020. In the middle of chatting! How sad!

Here I am anew! Hello! I can prove it’s me because of this horrible old ham I carry around like it’s my poor Easter baby.

¿Cómo es que el tiempo que antes era arena 

que se nos iba escapando entre los labios, 

ahora sus daños nos pesan

 como si el tiempo nos quedara demasiado grande 

como para vestirle ahora que estamos solos, 

sin tenernos?

¿Podremos encontrar una manera de que el adiós que no hubo, 

no lo reciclemos de nuevo, 

y encontremos una nueva manera de que el tiempo no nos pise los talones, 

ni nos mate a quemarropa eso que aunque nos hería, nos esforzábamos por cuidar?

¿Podremos ponerle el letrero del amor a esto,

 sin miedo al mundo, 

sin miedo a los pasos que nos separan,

 sin miedo a nada?

¿Podremos enfrentarnos a el hecho de que nunca nos hemos podido dejar ir, porque en el fondo sabemos que si lo evitamos iremos por la vida fingiendo que esto nos deja respirar, aunque nos estemos ahogando en un amor tan doloroso?